Earl B. Powell
Aug 9, 2006 12:44pm
Re: Ratdog 8/9/95
Rastamon, you know how make a sad day workable. With your post, I found the following review, and a sense of renewed respect for the Ace. Letting bygones be bygones feels good on a day like today.
Here is an offical review from someone that was there:
"Last night wasn't a show...it was a wake, and the sermon was given by Robert Hall Weir. Throwing
Stones: Weir sang over and over: "Papa's gone, we are on our own!" I have never seen such GUTS by any
individual like a few thousand people witnessed by four men...especially Weir. At the end of an
unbelievable Knockin', Weir, in anger and in pain, tossed his guitar to
the ground and bolted stage
right! The last verse included, "Why is it such a damn waste/ I believe I'm knockin' on Heaven's door."
The Club Casino set up speakers outside in the parking lot for the ticketless...a grand gesture. Before
the set started, Weir said: "Well, if there's anything our friend taught is, it's that music can be used
to ease us through the sad times." Wasserman's
Amazing Grace solo was indescribable, with tears streaming
down his face at its bittersweet end. I have nothing but the deepest admiration for Bob Weir! He is a true
brother! By all rights, he could have easily been in the bay area, but he chose to play. He needed to get
it out of his system...a true musician paying homage to family! A true soul! At the end of Knockin', there
were numerous chants of "JERRY, JERRY" before it segued into the NFA chant... for over 15 minutes!!!! I
lost it at the end of Knockin'...I broke down... and then the NFA chant! For a Deadhead, there was no
place you'd rather be than at Hampton Beach. ---author unknown"